WINNERS!!
ARTISTS:
1st place:
cat-burgler9
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Honorable Mentions:
Anin Meister
iV a n i l l a L a c e
Radical-Razz
1st place:
cat-burgler9
idea idea idea idea idea idea idea idea idea
Honorable Mentions:
Anin Meister
iV a n i l l a L a c e
Radical-Razz
PHOTOGRAPHERS:
1st Place:
kevinhow
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Honorable Mentions:
iV a n i l l a L a c e
Aage Raghnall
iistaylor
1st Place:
kevinhow
idea idea idea idea idea idea idea idea idea
Honorable Mentions:
iV a n i l l a L a c e
Aage Raghnall
iistaylor
WRITERS:
1st place:
Mirror
A small girl lies on the floor in a crumpled heap,
She cries here every day,
If I said this aloud no one would believe me,
“Oh she never cries,” they would respond,
But here she is,
Long brown hair gripped tightly in her fists,
Once calm brown eyes now distressed and filled with tears,
Soon the tears dry,
She wipes them away angrily,
Her nails dig into her skin as punishment for showing weakness,
“You can’t show emotion,” she tells herself,
She begins to work,
Using all her anger as fuel to get it done,
The work done she lets her exhaustion catch up with her,
Still mad at herself she refuses to eat,
And forces herself to stay awake,
She knows the cycle will only repeat tomorrow,
She feels helpless,
Like she’s dying,
She gives up and grabs food and falls asleep,
Fresh tears glimmering on her cheeks,
Oh wait…
I’m looking in the mirror…
That’s me…
ellie0975
Inside and Outside
When asked to delve into my mind
and emerge triumphant with myself outlined,
I wonder what would happen if I met Me,
the me that I never knew I could be.
Yet, in thinking of my oceans vast
which hold empirical representations of my past,
I can tell you there is no simple form
to show you a world of a pensive ocean and storm.
I am too many things deep on the inside
I am what I hold secret and what I may confide,
I am a wonderful unique, complex culmination
of my childlike, my weary, my fresh imagination.
I walk through my days with upraised eyes
to create a world that walks on the skies.
On long road trips I gaze out the crystalline glass
and wonder if the moon could ever grow grass.
I greet each person with a smile on my face
and savor every moment in every place.
I'm human, I guess, so I have my off days,
where I lounge on the couch, and generally 'laze.'
There is no simple thing that comprises a soul,
no one answer to life's thrilling rigmarole,
So I tell you: I am what I create, what I see.
I'm the thoughts and the dreams from deep inside of Me.
Ink_Weaver_Heart
Honorable mentions:
Darkstalker
Swift as a shadow,
dark as a crow, but nobody cares,
nobody knows.
An empty existence, lost in the fray,
it'd be quite a pleasure, if I'd go away.
But they know that a back, turned away,
would lead to a grim, and bloody day.
So if you feel I'm a heartbeat away,
be some kind of flattered, of my nearing stray.
For my victims must always be rich in clean blood,
to quench my blades thirst, 'till the very next day.
And if you think you are stronger, or brave enough to tell...
well, my good friend...I'll see you in hell.
Apache the Darkstalker
The Nightmares are Back
Take a step back and rewind, take a deeper look inside
look past the standards of your mind, open your eyes
and breath as you truly see me for the first time.
Stop your words, they'll only hurt me
cut me, beat me, break me, burn me
my skin's scarred and hacked, as you can see.
but that which you can't see means more
the pain and gore is deep
and as I sleep, the nightmares come back
and I hide my fear except for the fact of the knife
beside me. it's so close to me,
like i wish someone would hold themselves close to me
and make it all okay and bright, like it's supposed to be
and make the shadows go away, boy that would be the day
but it's still night and shadows are all around and in my head
and in my brain, the nightmares and monsters are back again
and if daddy was still alive, these words wouldn't be the same.
I'd laugh instead of linger when I'm out in the rain.
But don't judge me, cause you don't know how I've handled the pain
LP_Z_11
Can You ____, As I ____
Can you feel as I feel this sudden rush
And wish as I wish that it would come to a hush
Do you hear as I hear the sudden screaming
And drown it out as I do with music blaring
Never will it ever end, am I right
I'll suffer this late into the night
And in the morning it will start again
Leaving me thinking of what to do then
Is your heart as my heart full of pain
But your mind as my mind is still desperate for gain
Do your hands as my hands shiver in anger
And do you feel as I feel trapped in a chamber
Do you pound at the doors of your horrible cage
Could your write your life in a book and fill every page
Can this story really keep going
Will the tragedies just keep growing
Are you seeing as I'm seeing the end of every life
Would you feel as I feel the need to sharpen a knife
To make this nightmare come to an end
Because outside of it is a world to defend
But do you realize as I realize that it is real
And do you cry as I cry just so you can feel
That you want this to be the end of the dream
You want to stop your heart from ripping at the seams
Do you sleep as I sleep if I laid down in a coffin
And will you try as I try to let my heart soften
So that I can love again and feel an embrace
And see as I see a caring face
Would you die as I die holding on to my last breath
Or could you sigh as I sigh with the discomfort I catch
Because heaven isn't as beautiful as I'd like it to be
And my corpse is still floating across the sea
Aage Raghnall (Aage Crow)
1st place:
Mirror
A small girl lies on the floor in a crumpled heap,
She cries here every day,
If I said this aloud no one would believe me,
“Oh she never cries,” they would respond,
But here she is,
Long brown hair gripped tightly in her fists,
Once calm brown eyes now distressed and filled with tears,
Soon the tears dry,
She wipes them away angrily,
Her nails dig into her skin as punishment for showing weakness,
“You can’t show emotion,” she tells herself,
She begins to work,
Using all her anger as fuel to get it done,
The work done she lets her exhaustion catch up with her,
Still mad at herself she refuses to eat,
And forces herself to stay awake,
She knows the cycle will only repeat tomorrow,
She feels helpless,
Like she’s dying,
She gives up and grabs food and falls asleep,
Fresh tears glimmering on her cheeks,
Oh wait…
I’m looking in the mirror…
That’s me…
ellie0975
Inside and Outside
When asked to delve into my mind
and emerge triumphant with myself outlined,
I wonder what would happen if I met Me,
the me that I never knew I could be.
Yet, in thinking of my oceans vast
which hold empirical representations of my past,
I can tell you there is no simple form
to show you a world of a pensive ocean and storm.
I am too many things deep on the inside
I am what I hold secret and what I may confide,
I am a wonderful unique, complex culmination
of my childlike, my weary, my fresh imagination.
I walk through my days with upraised eyes
to create a world that walks on the skies.
On long road trips I gaze out the crystalline glass
and wonder if the moon could ever grow grass.
I greet each person with a smile on my face
and savor every moment in every place.
I'm human, I guess, so I have my off days,
where I lounge on the couch, and generally 'laze.'
There is no simple thing that comprises a soul,
no one answer to life's thrilling rigmarole,
So I tell you: I am what I create, what I see.
I'm the thoughts and the dreams from deep inside of Me.
Ink_Weaver_Heart
Honorable mentions:
Darkstalker
Swift as a shadow,
dark as a crow, but nobody cares,
nobody knows.
An empty existence, lost in the fray,
it'd be quite a pleasure, if I'd go away.
But they know that a back, turned away,
would lead to a grim, and bloody day.
So if you feel I'm a heartbeat away,
be some kind of flattered, of my nearing stray.
For my victims must always be rich in clean blood,
to quench my blades thirst, 'till the very next day.
And if you think you are stronger, or brave enough to tell...
well, my good friend...I'll see you in hell.
Apache the Darkstalker
The Nightmares are Back
Take a step back and rewind, take a deeper look inside
look past the standards of your mind, open your eyes
and breath as you truly see me for the first time.
Stop your words, they'll only hurt me
cut me, beat me, break me, burn me
my skin's scarred and hacked, as you can see.
but that which you can't see means more
the pain and gore is deep
and as I sleep, the nightmares come back
and I hide my fear except for the fact of the knife
beside me. it's so close to me,
like i wish someone would hold themselves close to me
and make it all okay and bright, like it's supposed to be
and make the shadows go away, boy that would be the day
but it's still night and shadows are all around and in my head
and in my brain, the nightmares and monsters are back again
and if daddy was still alive, these words wouldn't be the same.
I'd laugh instead of linger when I'm out in the rain.
But don't judge me, cause you don't know how I've handled the pain
LP_Z_11
Can You ____, As I ____
Can you feel as I feel this sudden rush
And wish as I wish that it would come to a hush
Do you hear as I hear the sudden screaming
And drown it out as I do with music blaring
Never will it ever end, am I right
I'll suffer this late into the night
And in the morning it will start again
Leaving me thinking of what to do then
Is your heart as my heart full of pain
But your mind as my mind is still desperate for gain
Do your hands as my hands shiver in anger
And do you feel as I feel trapped in a chamber
Do you pound at the doors of your horrible cage
Could your write your life in a book and fill every page
Can this story really keep going
Will the tragedies just keep growing
Are you seeing as I'm seeing the end of every life
Would you feel as I feel the need to sharpen a knife
To make this nightmare come to an end
Because outside of it is a world to defend
But do you realize as I realize that it is real
And do you cry as I cry just so you can feel
That you want this to be the end of the dream
You want to stop your heart from ripping at the seams
Do you sleep as I sleep if I laid down in a coffin
And will you try as I try to let my heart soften
So that I can love again and feel an embrace
And see as I see a caring face
Would you die as I die holding on to my last breath
Or could you sigh as I sigh with the discomfort I catch
Because heaven isn't as beautiful as I'd like it to be
And my corpse is still floating across the sea
Aage Raghnall (Aage Crow)
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